English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Song (The way of love was thus). Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Song (The way of love was thus) The way of love was thus. He was born one winter morn With hands delicious, And it was well with us. Love came our quiet way, Lit pride in us, and died in us, All […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. The Dance. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) The Dance A Song As the Wind, and as the Wind, In a corner of the way, Goes stepping, stands twirling, Invisibly, comes whirling, Bows before, and skips behind, In a grave, an endless play– So my Heart, and so my […]
English Poetry. Rupert Chawner Brooke. Fafaia. Руперт Брук.
Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) Fafaia Stars that seem so close and bright, Watched by lovers through the night, Swim in emptiness, men say, Many a mile and year away. And yonder star that burns so white, May have died to dust and night Ten, maybe, or […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The New Courtier. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The New Courtier Written in 1648. 1. SInce it must be so, Then so let it go, Let the Giddy-brain’d times turn round; Since we have no King let the goblet be crown’d, Our Monarchy thus we’l recover; While the pottles are […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Levellers Rant. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Levellers Rant Written in 1648. 1. TO the Hall, to the hall, For justice we call, On the King and his pow’rful adherents & friends, Who still have endeavoured, but we work their ends. ‘Tis we will pull down what e’re […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Answer. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Answer 1. STay, stay, prate no more, Lest thy brain, like thy purse run ‘th score Though thou strain’st it; Those are Traytors in grain, That of sack do complain, And rail by ‘ts own power against it. Those Kingdoms and Crowns […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Mock-Song by T. J.. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Mock-Song by T. J. 1. HOld, hold, quaffe no more, But restore If you can, what you’ve lost by your drinking, Three Kingdoms and Crowns, With their Cities and Towns, While the King and his progeny’s sinking. The studs in your cheeks […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Good-fellow. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Good-fellow 1. STay, stay, shut the gate; T’ other quart, faith, it is not so late, As you’re thinking; Those Stars which you see, In this hemisphere, be But the studs in your cheeks by your drinking. The Sun is gone to […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. The Troper. Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) The Troper 1. COme, come, let us drink, ‘Tis in vain to think, Like fools on grief or sadness; Let our money fly And our sorrows die, All worldly care is madness; But Sack and good cheer Will in spite of our fear, […]
English Poetry. Alexander Brome. A Mock-Song (HAng up Mars). Александр Бром.
Alexander Brome (Александр Бром) A Mock-Song (HAng up Mars) HAng up Mars And his wars, Give us drink, We’l tipple my Lads together; Those are slaves, Fools and knaves, That have chink, And must pay, For what they say, Do, or think, Good fellows accompt for neither; Be […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. Wasted Love. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) Wasted Love What shall be done for sorrow With love whose race is run? Where help is none to borrow, What shall be done? In vain his hands have spun The web, or drawn the furrow: No rest their toil hath […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Poor Man’s Sunday Walk. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Poor Man’s Sunday Walk The morning of our rest has come, The sun is shining clear; I see it on the steeple-top: Put on your shawl, my dear, And let us leave the smoky town, The dense and stagnant lane, And take our […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Railways. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Railways ‘No poetry in Railways!’ foolish thought Of a dull brain, to no fine music wrought. By Mammon dazzled, though the people prize The gold alone, yet shall not we despise The triumphs of our time, or fail to see Of pregnant mind the […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Good Time Coming. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Good Time Coming There’s a good time coming, boys, A good time coming: We may not live to see the day, But earth shall glisten in the ray Of the good time coming. Cannon balls may aid the truth, But thought’s a weapon […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Follow Your Leader. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Follow Your Leader THE STORY OF A LIFE “Follow your leader!” So said Hope, In the joyous days when I was young. O’er meadow path, up mountain slope, Through fragrant woods, I followed and sung; And aye in the sunny air she smiled, […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Love or Wisdom?. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Love or Wisdom? AN EXAMINATION Were I so mad as I have been of yore I would be happy: mad with Beauty’s eyes; Mad with the voice of one I could adore, And the sweet music of her soft replies: Mad with the […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Two Mysteries. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Two Mysteries Two awful mysteries compass me around, And follow me for ever as I go: I see, yet see them not. I know they are, And that they change more rapidly than thought, Yet feel ‘mid variability that change, While it affects them, […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Nine Bathers. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Nine Bathers ‘I would like to bathe in milk,’ Said little Agnes, fresh and fair, With her taper fingers smooth as silk, Her cherry cheeks, and nut-brown hair— ‘In a bath of ivory, filled to the brim, I would love to lie and […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. A Lover’s Fancies. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) A Lover’s Fancies “What sounds like pewter?” said my Rose, in play — “The fall of earth upon a coffin lid.” “Like tin?” — “The cock-crow heralding the day, Or infant wailing that its mother chid.” ” Like steel?” — “The quick sharp twitter […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Welcome Back. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Welcome Back Sweet songs of nightingale and lark That greet the golden dawn, Or twilight deepening into dark, By mountain, grove, or lawn; Long days, clear nights, and balmy winds, Fresh flowers and forest leaves, Birds, blossoms, fruits of ruddy rinds, New hay, and […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The True Companion. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The True Companion Give me the man, however old and staid, Or worn with sorrow and perplexity, Who, when he walks in sunshine or in shade, By woodland bowers, or bare beach of the sea, O’er hill-top, or in valleys green with me, Throws […]
English Poetry. Algernon Charles Swinburne. A Ballad of Burdens. Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (Алджернон Чарльз Суинбёрн) A Ballad of Burdens The burden of fair women. Vain delight, And love self-slain in some sweet shameful way, And sorrowful old age that comes by night As a thief comes that has no heart by day, And change that finds fair […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Dear Motherland of France. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Dear Motherland of France DEDICATED TO THE MEN AND WOMEN OF FRANCE Our Motherland, dear Motherland, The source of beauty and of Art, Who but thy children understand The love which permeates each heart! We see, through rainbow-tints of tears, Thy glory […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Veils. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Veils Veils, everywhere float veils; veils long and black, Framing white faces, oft-times young and fair, But, like a rose touched by untimely frost, Showing the blighting marks of sorrow’s track. Veils, veils, veils everywhere. They tell the cost Of man-made […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Swan of Dijon. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Swan of Dijon I was in Dijon when the war’s wild blast Was at its loudest; when there was no sound From dawn to dawn, save soldiers marching past, Or rattle of their wagons in the street. When every engine whistle […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. A Song of Home. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Song of Home I am singing a song to the boys to-day, A song of the home that is far away. And I know that an echo the word is waking In many a heart that is secretly aching, Yes, almost […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Stevedores. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Stevedores We are the army stevedores, lusty and virile and strong, We are given the hardest work of the war, and the hours are long. We handle the heavy boxes, and shovel the dirty coal; While soldiers and sailors work in […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Song of the Aviator. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Song of the Aviator You may thrill with the speed of your thoroughbred steed, You may laugh with delight as you ride the ocean, You may rush afar in your touring car, Leaping, sweeping, by things that are creeping- But you never […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Passing the Buck. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Passing the Buck Whatever the task that comes your way, Just take it as part of your luck. Look it right square in the eyes, and say, ’This is my task, I’ll do it to-day’: Don’t pass the buck. Oh! whether […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Girl of the U.S.A.. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Girl of the U.S.A. Oh! the maidens of France are certainly fine, And I think every fellow will state That the ’what-you-may-call-it’ coiffured way They put up their hair is great! And they know how to dress, and they wear their clothes […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Speak. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Speak Obscured the sun, the world is dark; Maid of Orleans, Joan of Arc, Send down thy spark. Let every heart in France be stirred, By such an all-compelling word As thou once heard. Say to each soul, ’Lo! I […]
English Poetry. Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The Spirit of Great Joan. Элла Уилкокс.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Spirit of Great Joan Back of each soldier who fights for France, Ay, back of each woman and man Who toils and prays through these long tense days, Is the spirit of Great Joan. For the love she gave, and the […]
English Poetry. Alan Alexander Milne. If I Were King. Алан Александр Милн. Мне королем стать хочется
Alan Alexander Milne (Алан Александр Милн) If I Were King I often wish I were a King, And then I could do anything. If only I were King of Spain, I’d take my hat off in the rain. If only I were King of France, I […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Evermore – Nevermore. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Evermore – Nevermore ‘Wilt thou run to me for ever?’ Said the ocean to the river. ‘Will ye ever fall on my hills and plains?’ Said the dry land to the rains. ‘Will ye ever blossom while I sing?’ Said the lark to the […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The King and the Nightingales. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The King and the Nightingales A LEGEND OF HAVERING King Edward dwelt at Havering-atte-Bower— Old, and enfeebled by the weight of power— Sick of the troublous majesty of kings— Weary of duty and all mortal things— Weary of day—weary of night—forlorn— Cursing, like […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Vision of Mockery. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Vision of Mockery All happy things are earnest. Once I roamed In England, or in Dreamland, through the streets Of a huge, buzzing, dense, metropolis. Slowly, in teeming thoroughfares, I walked, One of the people, hearing with their ears, Beholding with their eyes, […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. Now. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Now The venerable Past — is past; ‘Tis dark, and shines not in the ray: ‘Twas good, no doubt — ’tis gone at last — There dawns another day. Why should we sit where ivies creep, And shroud ourselves in charnels deep; Or the […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Drop of Ambrosia. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Drop of Ambrosia “Whither away? whither away, With thine eyes through the distance looking so keen? The road is narrow, and is not long; And if thou wouldst but awhile delay, I would show thee sights thou hast not seen. And thou shouldst […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Out-Comer and the In-Goer. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Out-Comer and the In-Goer For Ernest was a palace built, A palace beautiful to see; Marble porched, and cedar chambered, Hung with damask drapery; Bossed with ornaments of silver, Interlaid with gems and gold; Filled with carvings, from cathedrals Rescued in the days […]
English Poetry. Charles Mackay. The Golden Madness. Чарльз Маккей.
Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) The Golden Madness By the road-side there sat an aged man, Who all day long from dawn into the night Counted with weary fingers heaps of stones. His red eyes dropped with rheum, his yellow hands Trembled with palsy, his pale sunken cheeks Were […]